January 31, 2014 § 1 Comment
I’m super excited for Sunday! I don’t actually give a shit about the football part I’m just excited for the day drinking! I support any and all causes that make getting drunk before noon socially acceptable. I also support anything that is supremely popular because I don’t like to be left out.
Now for my Superbowl Sunday predictions:
I predict that Peyton’s brother, Eli, will start drinking a little too fast early on in the day and he’ll start annoying everyone by sticking that giant foam, We’re #1, finger in people’s faces. And one of Peyton’s friends will be like, ‘yo, cut it out!’ and Eli will be like, ‘easy breezy dude, just trying to have a good time’ but he’ll really be thinking, ‘who the fuck brought this guy?‘ and then slowly but surely Eli will get way too drunk like he always does. And Eli won’t even care or apologize to Cooper (Peyton’s youngest brother) who will have to miss the last quarter of the game to look after him when he gets sick.
And then Cooper will tell Peyton what happened and when Peyton brings it up to Eli, Eli will be like, ‘sorry man‘ but it won’t be a real apology because Eli never owns up to anything. And Peyton will feel like Eli doesn’t truly support him but he’ll choose to just drop it because no one, not even Eli, is going to ruin his special day.
And then months will pass and it’ll seem like Peyton and Eli are totally cool but then on Thanksgiving it’ll come up again. And this time it’s in front of pop-pop, who hates it when the boys fight. And Eli will try to avoid the issue by making Peyton seem petty. He’ll say something like, ‘oh, here we go again Peyton, let’s hear it’.
And Peyton will be so frustrated he’ll shut himself in the bathroom because he just needs a moment to himself and he’ll cry a little and Peyton hardly ever cries. And Eli will hear him and know on some level, deep down, he really is sorry but he doesn’t know how to say it. Then Peyton will pull himself together and head back to the table without another word because he just wants to have a nice Thanksgiving dinner like a normal family.
Years later Eli will work through his issues with a therapist and in a joint session between him and Peyton he’ll finally apologize and this time he’ll mean it.
We’re On Each Other’s Team
March 27, 2013 § 1 Comment
Yesterday social media sites were flooded with supporters of same-sex marriage showin’ the love, which made my heart very happy.
Its about love. Well of course, its about love. But its also about equality. If you don’t happen to be gay then play along with me for a moment and imagine that these are a few of your rights that will continue to be denied if the Supreme Court votes against same-sex marriage:
You wouldn’t be able to see your loved one in the ICU, even if it turned out to be their final hours.
If you raised a child together and you separated, you would have no legal rights to custody or visitiation of that child. Or if your partner died, you would not be the guardian. They would go back into the system. And adopting a child as a single parent is a battle not easily won.
Even if you and your partner were together for 30 years, if they died you would have no rights to their belongings, which could include the house you live in. And you wouldn’t get a say in any of the burial decision either.
Then there are the tax deductions you wouldn’t get, shared health benefits you wouldn’t received, you wouldn’t be able to sue for ‘wrongful death’ if something happened to your partner, there would be no conjugal visits if your loved one was incarcerated, no immigration or residency benefits for non-citizen partners, no alimony or child support upon separation, you wouldn’t be able to claim ‘marital communication’ if you were called to testify against your partner and unfortunately the list goes on.
Its wrong to deny anyone these rights. Its disgusting its still up for debate. But I have complete faith everything is going to turn out wonderful and I’ll have some pretty sweet weddings to attend in the near future.
We Belong Together:
February 27, 2013 § 6 Comments
And its Arrested Development.
I know the release date is still months away but I’m stupidly excited about the new season on Netflix. And if you happen to need another reason to get excited about the upcoming season…then get out of my blog. Leave now. Seriously get out.
Ok for the rest of you who are still with me, aren’t you just shit-your-pants excited that Ben Stiller, Seth Rogan and Kristen Wiig will be guest starring?!
Can. Not. Wait.
Has Anyone In This Family Ever Even Seen A Chicken?
Remember – Girls With Low Self-Esteem, F*ck City, Never Nude and Afternoon Delight?? Just to name a few. I could go on, its all so painfully awesome but I think you get my point by now.
February 20, 2013 § 2 Comments
I am really hurting here people. Yesterday something horrific happened. I received a package from Staples (that’s not the horrific part), this is – when I opened this package inside was a live….COCKROACH!
I didn’t order 3 binders, a set of assorted colored gel pens and one giant cockroach? I don’t know how it got there?!
Maybe a disgruntled Staples employee had a workplace accident but the insurance guy ruled in the company’s favor. And now this employee is left with endless hospital bills and a thankless job. So when he went back to work on the assembly line he screamed, ‘EVERYBODY GET OUT I NEED A MINUTE’. And as soon as the room had cleared he started placing cockroach after cockroach into every single delivery, the whole time laughing and laughing and laughing. But this is just small potatoes cause he’s planning on taking down the whole operation! I don’t know all the details? I’m still trying to piece it together myself?!
Or maybe that’s not it at all.
Maybe the cockroach entered the box on his own free will. Maybe he told his pregnant cockroach wife and his 3,000 cockroach children that he was going out for smokes but really he thought, ‘I’m gonna blow this pop-stand!’ and hopped an outgoing delivery to freedom. And you may smugly think: what a dead-beat dad; but you haven’t even heard his side of the story. He knows he should hang in there, he knows its wrong but he’s wearing thin. ‘You don’t know everything that goes into raising 3,000 baby cockroaches’, he says! Finally he got to a point where he couldn’t even remember his own name and the rest of his life flashed before his eyes and thats when he finally cracked!
I told you, I DON’T KNOW? But what I do know is for some horrible reason that cockroach is holding my school supplies hostage. And I’m assuming he will continue to do so until I adhere to all his demands (which he’ll most likely slip under my door once I fall asleep).
And even though this cockroach is clearly trespassing I refuse to kill anything even if it is a vile and ugly (and most likely mean-spirited). So I did the humane thing and put another box over that box. For now, my plan is to just wait it out until he goes crazy from solitude and eventually takes his own life.
Or I’ll wait until someone braver comes by and I’ll politely ask them to set him free outside.
I don’t know how I got here, this got a little weird…but thanks for your support.
I’m Not Angry, I’m Just Really Disappointed In You – Staples or Disgruntled Employee or Absentee Father Cockroach:
I felt a little self-conscious about this post because it fully exposes my weirdness, so I decided to send it to my little brother before posting. He gave me several very useful suggestions that I fully appreciated but didn’t use at all. Actually I’ll just paste the conversation here so you get what I’m talking about.
January 30, 2013 § 11 Comments
I didn’t know I was half Asian until I was six years old and then I forgot again until I went to college.
Which makes me seem dumb. Ok, I’ll work on that but let me at least tell you what led to this (should-have-been-pretty-fucking-obvious)* discovery.
Like I said, I was six years old and one day during recess a boy, who looked like Hilter’s wet dream, ran up to me and yelled, “You’re Asian!”
To which I thought, ‘Yeah, I doubt it.’ And quickly yelled back, “No!!! You’re Asian!”**
This is when my teacher had a talk with my mother, who then had a talk with me to point out that I was indeed half Asian.
Concerned that up until that point in my life I had been completely oblivious to my semi Asian-ness my mom immediately enrolled me in a type of ‘How To Be Asian’ program. It had the same sense of uncomfortable and involuntary community as the Sunday school program I was also forced to attend.
It was called, Tomodachi Gakko – (You know what I’m talking about fellow half Asians who grew up around the same time and also, lived in the Central Valley and will most likely never read this blog). The rest of you will most likely google the school to see if I’m making this shit up and you will find that I am not, but feel free to see for yourself if you must.
I don’t remember much about the program but I do remember being really bad at origami and not having any friends which is ironic, since translated ‘Tomodachi Gakko’ means ‘friendship school’.
I was also enrolled in Karate lessons. Which was awesome cause who doesn’t like karate chopping shit like a badass? But my mom eventually pulled me out of Karate after exclaiming, “See! This is why we can’t have nice things!” And shortly after I forgot about being Asian.***
That is, until I started college in Boulder, CO (a predominantly Caucasian University).
My first week in the dorms was filled with visits from student club recruiters encouraging me to join various Asian and minority inspired organizations. I felt bad for these recruiters because little did they know I had absolutely no interest in joining these clubs, not because they were Asian but because clubs have meetings and you know my feelings about meetings. So I would fill the awkward silences with involuntary Asian giggles.
I also came to realize that whenever a situation came up where someone was forced to describe me, I was the “Asian girl”. And as the Semester progressed, this became more of a nickname with the ‘girl’ portion being dropped.
It sounds kind of racist being called “Asian” all the time but it actually made sense for clarification purposes since there were more Jamie’s in the school than Asians.
Does Being Part Asian Make You Part Asian?****
*But really when you think about it, how often does ones racial background come up before the age of six?
**Not because I was trying to be racist but because I wasn’t quick with comebacks.
***Obviously I didn’t literally ‘forget I was Asian’ it just never really came up again until college.
****You Don’t Have To Answer That.
December 6, 2012 § 1 Comment
Eventually when I do my first stint in rehab, I’ll get to the part where I have to apologize to all the people I’ve wronged in my life. Instead of putting it off, I’ve decided to take a moment and get one out of the way now.
Dear Little Brother,
As you know most of the time I get over shit pretty quickly. Mostly cause I’m such a reasonable person but more mostly cause my memory is really bad. Yet there is one very un-fun memory that has always stuck with me. What I’m trying to say is; I’m sorry that my dick-head friends duct taped you and locked you in the closet that one time I threw a party.
I’ve always felt really bad that I wasn’t watching you closer or that I hadn’t bribed you to spend the night at a friend’s house. I had hoped you buried the memory so far deep down inside that you completely forgot but since you weren’t actually that young, there’s a good chance you didn’t.
Unless you don’t know what I’m talking about and if that’s the case – then this is a weird joke??! Huh?!
And while I’m at it…MB, the most wonderful person in the world, I’m sorry I ditched you that one time in the 6th grade, that was really fucked up of me.
Anyways, I love both of you more than outer-space and Facebook combined. Please, forgive me otherwise I’ll pass-out and die. And then come back to haunt you as an evil version of myself.
We Hug Now?